I am swimming in a sea of words, attempting to keep my head above water.

It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.

I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!

I want everyday magic.

If you think someone is humble, never tell them so. You will unknowingly rob them of the very thing you admire.

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.

If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...

If we’re lucky, God blesses us with a few folks who are willing to look beyond the flaws and see the person we try so hard to hide. And if we’re blessed, we find someone who’ll love us anyway.

The greatest mistake a leader or anyone can make is to stay down after falling.

Time is not a means to keep or prove your worth in the world, but a means to experience the richness of all that is.

When I wrote Living in the Light, I wanted to share about how I live my own life and to encourage people to tap into their own inner wisdom.

Impossible for anyone to conceive the torments of his nights in bed with his beloved one and estranged from her. That turning of backs, that cold space between their two unhappy bodies.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me.

Your true meaning cannot be grasped or captured by words. You can never be equated with any words, because you are prior to words.

Art doesn't spring from the muses alone, but from hard work.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!